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To Those Who Seek the Blue Heaven in Which the Sun Shines
CHERISH: word symbol of arms clasped to the heart, the closeness of Reality, the beginning and the end of a search.
Seek, and ye shall find.1
Lessons are learned, and they are ignored. The journey of life, the long flow of identity, is a flurry of beginnings so separated from the Beginning that, in the farthest turn of the wheel, the beginning of the cycle is forgotten.
We raise the curtain of solar identity. We raise the cosmic curtain upon the mystery of life.
What is this ray flashing forth, this splendid, shining, far-off world? It is the will of God, permeating like a magnetic field. Yet the whole substance of cosmos is seldom sensed and seldom known.
In order to understand the earliest beginnings, it is necessary for man to consider the will of God.
The divine will sought to create, and create he did a majestic and finalizing plan for the beautiful unfoldment of the soul in the knowledge of the created self. And with the plan was given the means for the creation to keep pace with his own transcendent nature.
God sought to bestow, and the best gift that he could give was the gift of his will. For by his will he framed the far-off worlds, and by his will he sustained the momentum of life within each cell.
And so he heard the melody of the divine will. Some call it the music of the spheres, others perceive it in the faces of humanity.
Some cognize it in the revelations of science, others in the kingdoms of nature, while still others realize it in cloister. Retreating from the world, they hear it in the measured flow of the hours, in service, and in prayer.
All have heard it, but all have not recognized it. Only the few are able to see that which glistens like whitecaps upon the waves.
The tormenting substance of human drivel has opaqued the magnificent face of God that man can look upon but once and ne'er live as man again.2
Through this obscuration of the perfectionment of God, men are caught in the snares of their own choosing (or in those that are thrust upon them), in the strands of ignorance they have woven, and in the carelessness of treasured moments that slip so easily through the fingers of time.
What is this evanescent light? What is this courtesy of the givingness of God, of the holy will, and of the fire of the Divine Mother's heart?
How do you separate the will of God from him? Is his will a separate gratuity, an element of his grace which he gives to man? And if so, why does man not know it?
Does man know in part and sense in part the holy will of God? If so, what derision is it that seeks to mock the will?
It is the witless sophistry of sense meandering. It is the desire to rebel against the fashion of real beauty. It is the sense of separation and shame.
The will of God is the flawless diamond, it is the shining of the Divine Mind, it is the rushing of the wind of the Spirit, and it is the strength and laughter of real identity.
The will of God that seems so simple a thing is the most complex organism in the universe. From it sprang full-blown the entire scheme of cosmos, worlds without end - circles, pinwheels, spiral nebulae in cosmos, and the whole sidereal sea, all glowing fire-gems responding to the ministrations of the divine will.
Yet its cadences, like those of the melodic songs of a child, come forth with the simple beauty that adds meaning to each hour.
"How remote it all seems," you say.
Astronauts journeying out into space sense all of this immensity, but they cannot receive it within themselves; for they, too, have limited their consciousness. The dish of thought which they have made their portion is too finite and too small, albeit more vast by far than that of ordinary men in their narrow frame of reference.
But now we seek to understand the thrust of purpose, to define the universe within the microcosm, man, and to relate the two through the extension of the Divine Will, the Divine Wisdom, and the Divine Presence.
For we cannot fail to gain some perspective of worlds within and without through His allness that brings to men the blessing of happiness and stops the simpering idiocy of thoughtless, witless minds.
And when the mind has grasped the principle of kindness and compassion, this tiny facet of the divine will can turn the lever of nations and cause them to respond.
What a miracle, then, is the will of God. And what is its fashion? It betrays no man, but summons the elect to the primacy of purpose.
What shall we say, then, to the careless ones who demand their own definitions and their definitions of definitions?
We will say with God, "I AM Agam, the Unknowable. I AM the Infinite within who, in all of your winnings, can never be contained within the consciousness of sense or of perception."
Therefore the law of Love would bestow upon man the means to contact and to know the will of God.
It is an inward sense
We must discover and impart,
It is an inward sense
That rends the veil before we start.
We must convey our love to him
Who gives to us the grace to win,
The power to see the flow of truth,
The sweetest comfort, eternal youth,
And mighty power of light to live -
This is the radiance God does give.
In kindred minds he will impart
The holy will of God to start
The process over once again.
And thus we show that the will of God is a seed to be planted within the consciousness of the individual, that the will of God is substance, even as faith is,3 and that the will of God is the conglomerate stream of reality - the issuance of purpose from the uncreated realm into the realm of the created essence.
I AM the beginning
And the ending of all things,
Of joy and beauty,
Of perfection and loveliness,
Of the strength and sweetness
Of the right arm of God.
I AM the will of God,
The firmness of a cosmos
that cannot turn
In response to tyrant's cry,
But flashes forth its light
Of mystery to meet the eye
Of mariner, ancient, bold,
Who seeks the way to fashion
Be it told -
I AM the will of God.
And so this will is right within
His Presence where you are,
And when you see it
Its fiery light will be a star
To open wide the chamber
Where the Real You lives.
[This text is the version published in the book, The Sacred Adventure.]